Here we go! A masterlist of all my works, not just the modern ones. This was supposed to be done a long time ago.
This is both Headcannons and Drabbles! keep that in mind!
I'll have them split up under sections so that you can find exactly what you want to read instantly! I'll have this one pinned to the top of my Tumblr blog so it'll be right at the forefront and easy to find! I'll update it as I write more, and that way it's easy to stay up to date!
Warnings: There may be repeats of works in different sections! Just to keep them in the genres of each, it makes things easier for me specifically to keep it all organized! There are 18+ themes in most of these works, so keep that in mind! Each one has it's own warnings at the top of them
Without further ado, let's go all the links will be under the cut, so this list doesn't crowd up the entire page lol
This also allows everyone to see some hidden posts because they have been marked by tumblr as too innapropriate lmaoo
Modern Arthur AU
Modern Headcannons Part 1
Modern Headcannons Part 2
Arthur Morgan modern Pregnancy Headcannons!
Arthur Morgan Modern First times
Chubby Arthur x Chubby Reader (Modern headcannons)
Domestic Arthur Headcannons
Chubby Arthur x Chubby Reader part 2
Modern Arthur with a reader w/o a family
Arthur Morgan as a dad!
Arthur Morgan as a husband w/o kids
Packing Up and Moving In
Self-Loathing and Other Wrong Doings
Why Didn't You Ask?
What's to love?
Just a crush
I Still Love You
Strange Encounters
Chubby Arthur (Chubby reader)
Chubby Arthur x Chubby Reader (Modern headcannons)
Chubby Arthur x Chubby Reader part 2
Starving In The Dark
Packing Up and Moving In
Jealous Reactions
Just a crush
1899 (Regular Arthur)
Winter Springs bring Summer Flings
Loud and Proud
The Stronger Desires
The Secrets One Keeps
Cardinal Sins and Other Desires
Drunk Arthur and Reader!
NSFW Alphabet
A Bad Day Turned Good
Under the Weather
Jealous Reactions
You've Got The World In Your Eyes
Comfortably Uncomfortable
Arthur Morgan Fluff Mini Drabble
Uncomfortable Pleasures
Til The Sun Rises
The Art Of Masculinity
Other AU's
Dark Hedges
Dark Hedges pt. 2
I lied this is def not all of them but shhhhhh I'll keep updating it
Hey guys! So this is a question that is not regarding RDR2 or Arthur Morgan, but I really appreciate all the followers I have on here and I wanted to ask, I have been really interested in playing DND, however, I don’t have a big enough friend group to play with, BUT, that doesn’t mean I can’t make a character!
i have a character, a half orc, half teifling male, named Corven Ashveil. I have drawings of him and I was wandering if any of my followers would be interested in seeing him! Plus I would love to hear if any of you play dnd and have some characters you wanna share
Corven has a backstory and a personality obviously but I think I’ll only expand on that if you guys are REALLY interested.
Anyway, it boils down to, do you guys wanna see my DND character that I haven’t yet been able to play a game with? And, do you have any fun DND characters/stories you’d like to share?
This one is not requested, just been wanting to write something, and I miss my cowboy.
Regular 1899, nothing too fancy, and to be honest, I am writing from my brain as I go, no complete idea, just little ones.
Warnings: Slight NSFW wording, but no smut, Arthur being Arthur, probably some angst, maybe a little bit of violence and swearing, nothing too outragous, Arthur x Reader
@photo1030 @mrsarthurmorgan7 guys i swear I can still write
Arthur Morgan was not the type of man you just...walked up to, not without consquenses.
An intimidating man, one who could shoot you a look that was enough to know not to approach him, and there were only a couple reasons for ANYONE to approach him at all.
Either you knew him, personally, and knew you weren't someone he planned on punching, or you were dumb enough to believe that you could take him on in a fight.
if someone thought the second...they were always in the wrong.
In fact, the amount of men who'd tried to take on one Arthur Morgan over the years was astonishing.
Looking at Arthur, it was easy to tell that he could take a few hits no problem, he was wide shouldered and tall, and not one bit of him was something you'd use the word small for.
Why people seemed to think they could take him in a fight was always lost on him.
That's not to say there weren't a few hard fights over the years. He'd had his nose broken more times than he could count, hence why it'd healed crookedly, a few scars and broken bones is all he'd ever recieved, which is much better than what he can say the other recieving end had gotten.
You pick a fight with Arthur Morgan and you either walk away with brain damage or permanent bodily damage at the least...or, you don't walk away at all.
If you asked Dutch, he would tell you Arthur is nothing more than a killing machine, and that to cross him is a death sentence. Which, isn't entirely wrong.
If you were to ask Hosea...He would say something similar, but he'd be sure to tell you that Arthur was always fair before he dished out a punishment.
He didn't go around punching people for fun. Not like he used to anyway.
When he was younger, just growing into that body of his, that strange growth spurt between skinny and large, he spent a lot of time boxing for fun. At the time, it made him feel unstoppable to be able to know that he could knock out opponent after opponent without breaking a sweat. As he got older and his knuckles got worse he got more selective with when he threw a punch.
Not to say he stopped loving the thrill of it. No, he loved the thrill of it...sometimes. When it was someone who deserved a good punching anyway.
Still, the same principal applies, you don't approach the man, not unless you have a death wish, or you know him.
So when you approached him one day, without previously knowing him, or a look of determination on your face, you thoroughly confused him. What purpose could you have to approach him if it wasn't to start something?
When you started talking to him, like you'd known him all your life, you confused him further, if that was possible.
It didn't make much sense to him.
You were a lot different than he was. Patient and kind, and...not really outgoing per-say, but you made conversation a hell of a lot easier than he did.
After a while he stopped being so skeptical and let you talk to him without giving you a look.
Eventually he started talking back, and you found out very quickly that he was funnier than he looked.
And, at some point, you found out he’s a lot sweeter than he lets on too. More often than not he’d bring you coffee when he knew the chances of you c’mon around were higher, plus his little comments here and there he never truly admitted he said.
Don’t let it fool you though. He was still guarded. He looked at you funny when you’d sit too close, or when you’d touch his shoulder while you laughed.
It truly confused him.
It only took him about three months to realize it was because you LIKED him. Granted…someone else told him that…so he probably wouldn’t have figured it out.
He wasn’t quite sure what there was to like, and he WAS sure that if you saw him fight you’d stop liking him real quick.
When he figured out why you were hanging around he started to get more confident again, as he usually was, without the confusion he could…relax.
Everything seems to be going well until one day he comes back to camp, knuckles bloody, split lip, and bleeding nose. Pissed off and fists bared.
You practically corner him until he lets you treat his wounds.
You wrap his knuckles silently, frowning when even the smallest hint of staining shows up on the white cloth.
“…Jus’ how I am.” He mutters softly. “Get into fights. Cause problems. I don’t always start the fight but I end ‘em.”
“Why’d this one start?”
“Guy was ooglin’ Tilly while we were in town…Tilly’s practically a child, I…swooped in.”
“…I fail to see the issue.” You murmur.
“Maybe this one didn’t have an issue, but..most fights I get into cause I’m a stubborn bastard.”
“Yeah? Is that so?”
“Tha’s so.”
“Bet you looked good doin’ it though.”
“Excuse me?” His eyes flick up to you, an incredulous look in his eyes.
“You heard me.”
“I heard ya, but ya sound crazy.”
You offer him a soft laugh and finish cleaning up his wounds, then, in a rather bold move on your part, you bend down and kiss his forehead.
“Maybe. But I still think you’d look handsome…well…hot is a better word, layin’ out some idiot.”
Arthur just…stares. Like you’ve bewitched him, a look of pure bewilderment in his eyes.
“What? What’s that look for?”
He simply shakes his head and stands, groaning as he pushes that large body of his upright.
“Darlin’…you are the craziest person I’ve ever met.”
“What? Why-“
“Nothin’ don’t worry about it.”
He chuckles softly and then pats your shoulder before he starts to head out.
“Thanks for patchin’ me. I won’t forget it.”
He returns to his normal behavior, for the most part, he seems a bit more relaxed now, he even flirts with you, at least you think it’s flirting. He seems…happy, which is new for him.
He doesn’t smile much around camp but when he sees you? He lights up like a lantern. Warm and slow.
People comment, say he’s gotten soft. Say he’s not as tough as he used to be, which typically lands the commenter on the ground, clutching their jaw, or, at the very least, a scared look in their eye as they move out of Arthur’s path.
None of it stopped him from hanging out with you though.
The longer it went on, the more he seemed to fall into the idea of having more with you.
The nickname calling only grew more and more often, ‘darlin’’, ‘sweetpea’, ‘sweetheart’. Not that you were complaining.
Eventually he even started asking you to come and go on his little adventures outside of camp. Packing up tents and supplies and heading out on horses at the crack of dawn.
It’s on one of these trips where you finally confess your feelings to him, though it was fairly obvious.
It was a soft confession, quiet in comparison to how you usually speak to the man. Like you were afraid that finally admitting it was more than a physical attraction thing made it real. Made it…scarier.
“…and it’s something I’ve been too…nervous to tell you.” You state quietly, poking the fire in front of you with a stick you’d found nearby.
“Nervous? You ain’t never nervous to tell me somethin’.” Arthur snorts, still finishing up his tent.
“Well it’s…big.”
“Big? What like…what you…you leavin’ the gang or somethin’?” He asks, and there’s a quiet sadness within the words. So quiet you’re lucky you notice it.
“No. No, nothing like that.” You take a deep breath, and swallow, hoping you didn’t stutter of your words.
“I like you. Arthur.” You mumble. “More than I should.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Tilly pointed it out months ago.”
“And you never said anything!?”
“Didn’t wanna rush you.”
“You should have!”
Arthur chuckles and makes his way over to you, sitting down with a groan next to you.
“You WANTED me to pressure you into confessing?”
“Well I coulda kissed you already if you knew-“
“Or you could jus’ do it right now.”
That’s when your face warms, and before you can really say anything he grabs your face, and kisses you.
It’s softer than you expected. Gentler than you thought.
It’s sweet.
You’re lost. Lost to him, any thought is out the window and you kiss him back, harder, with more want.
Your hands move across his chest, and then down his torso, then to his thighs.
He didn’t seem to mind.
And you didn’t seem to mind when his hands wandered under your shirt.
Neither of you seemed to mind when the two of you ended up naked and tangled together in the tent, breathing hard and both of you spent.
And it turns out he was…sweet. As a lover. The whole time he talked you through it. Told you how good you were doing, how good you made him feel.
Much…different than you expected, for a man of his size. Though…he never ceased to surprise you with his kindness.
You were happy.
He was happy.
Maybe he wasn’t as unapproachable as everyone thought.
He could rob me in a back alleyway so long as he talked real nice to me, with a face like that? He could do whatever- I MEAN…I am a functioning member of society
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
So…every day, I come home from work or whatever shenanigans life has decided to throw my way, and part of my routine to decompress is to sift through tumblr, specifically all things rdr2 and Arthur Morgan. It’s my happy place and brings my BP down several points.
But lately, life is not so calm and I cannot get to my lifeline. I got like 3 days worth of reading to catch up on! My lovelies have tagged me on their latest offering of brilliance and it sits there taunting me.
All I want…what I really need…is my fandom community and all its nuggets of joy. Not too much to ask, right?
I’ll get there….come hell or high-water or a straight jacket….ill find you all….
No hate to anyone but I am tired of seeing people misunderstand the Arthur Morgan dinosaur scene. A lot of people take Arthur looking around and asking "everywhere" to mean that he's concerned that dinosaurs might be anywhere, but Arthur is not stupid. He's lived in the wild most of his life. He hunts. He knows what is and isn't walking around in the US.
He is being sarcastic! He is in the middle of a very large and largely empty area of the map when this scene takes place. She says dinosaurs are everywhere. He looks around at the very empty area around them where he could probably spot a dinosaur a mile off and questions her, "everywhere?". He's being cheeky. Just like he is with the majority of the other characters.
Arthur is pretty smart. You can see this by his conversations with other characters and with how he writes in his journal. Sure he can be goofy and he's not a genius, but he knows he has never seen a dinosaur before so they can't be everywhere.
Anyways, again no hate to anyone who has this take, it's just a pet peeve of mine and I wanted to put my opinion in the world.
Okay, not many people reacted to the last one of these, but those who did wanted more! So I'm giving you part two of this Arthur Morgan x Bridgerton AU!!
I don't get nearly as much traction as I used to, but I really hope you all enjoy this regardless!
Thanks for your patronage!!!
Edit: 4/30/26, I started writing this months ago and life just got in the way. I haven’t published anything in god knows how long, and I’m just happy people still read it! My writing feels like it’s deteriorated GREATLY, so I do apologize if this is just straight up, BAD, and hopefully with writing some more I get that confidence back and my writing comes back to where it was!
You can feel your breath struggling as you lay in your bed, looking at the ceiling.
For some reason the man, Arthur Morgan. DUKE Morgan, wouldn't leave your mind from Lady Danbury's party. It'd only been a few hours since the party ended, but you had been in his presence for only an hour max, so why was he occupying your every waking thought?
You'd hardly talked to him, granted you HAD talked to him, but you didn't know him! Other than his family issues and that he seemed....happier in the country and a lot more...gentle than he looked.
What is it that keeps you thinking about him?
He was handsome, that was easy to admit. He was chubbier, yes, and most women found the more toned men attractive, but...you thought he looked...amazing.
He had a chiseled face, nice stubble, and incredibly strong looking. He was huge.
That alone was certainly...something.
You wanted to get to know him more...and quite frankly you couldn't understand why you'd so quickly left him in the garden. Was it simply the flustered nature he put you in?
You cross your hands over your stomach, and close your eyes. It had to be at least 4AM.
Hopefully you could get some sleep.
Arthur sat quietly at his desk in his office, sipping from a small glass of Bourbon.
The girl from the party was something he couldn't quite let go of.
She'd only spent an hour max with him, and she'd left really rather abruptly...though she'd seemed to be enjoying his presence before she'd slipped...
He scratches the back of his neck, rolling it to attempt to crack it and free it from the stiffness he could feel settling in.
She'd given him her last name....
Her third or fourth season....he couldn't believe that. No one really had tried to court her? No one?
She seemed like a lovely woman. Kind, soft spoken, she seemed...curious and sharp witted, at least from the small amount of time that he'd spent in her wonderful presence.
She was...comfortable to be around, even in silence.
He decided, after a little bit of thinking, that he would call upon her tomorrow. Her last name, she'd find that house, find the family. He couldn't just.....ignore her, or was that…odd?
It didn’t matter, he had to find her, he couldn’t just ignore the feeling in his gut. He was supposed to have met her, she meant something. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.
You wake up with the light pouring into your bedchambers, your lady in waiting knocking softly on the door, your head feels foggy as you sit up, pushing back stray hair as you take in your surroundings.
“Lady L/N, is everything alright in there? You’ve been in there for quite a while…and there’s…a suitor here for you.”
That wakes you. It’s nearly immediate as you jump out of bed and scramble to the door, feet slipping as you try to get to the door in record time.
“A suitor?!” You nearly scream the words as you throw the door open to your lady maid. “What do you mean a suitor?!”
“A suitor, a…a duke. Duke Morgan?”
“Du…duke MORGAN?”
“Y…yes Duke Morgan-“
“Well…well I have to get…I have to get dressed! Dressed now!”
You panic and rush the lady maid into the room, closing the door behind her. Before she can even start to help you undress you’ve nearly done it yourself, the night skirt you wore being thrown across the room.
Your lady maid helps the best she can, getting the chemise as you brush your hair hurriedly.
“Miss L/N, I promise he seemed content on waiting for you-“
“I need to get down there! How long has he been waiting? Wait no, I can’t be desperate—Oh god…what is wrong with me-“
“Miss L/N-“
“I’m sure it’ll be fine-“
“Y/N!” The lady maid raises her voice, tightening the new corset over your larger chest, you listen as she inhales deeply, tying the corset up in the back. “Duke Morgan said specifically to your mother that he was happy to wait as long as he needed to and that he was in no rush, just that he wanted to see you before day’s end.”
You remain silent for a moment, adjusting as the lady maid continues to finish dressing you, mumbling things under her breath. You’ve always liked her, Elise, her name was, she was always honest and upfront with you.
“I’m sorry Elise, I really am. I..I met Duke Morgan the other night at Danbury’s party. We didn’t talk very long but…something…It was DIFFERENT. You know what I mean?…I…I mean was it like that for you when you met your husband?”
“My husband…I could tell. Yes, from the moment I met him, I knew…it was like…the air rushed out of my lungs and then all the sudden it refilled itself with him. Oliver and I can barely stand to be apart.”
You think for a moment, trying to remember last night, exactly how you’d felt in the arms of the stranger, how your breathing changed, how your heartbeat changed, if maybe there really was something about him that meant something, or if you’d just run with the first bit of attention you’d received. The longer you thought about it the more you realized…There was something different. Men had TALKED to you before, but none of them had made any kind of impression on you like Duke Morgan had. None of them had made you…THINK about them the way you’d thought about Duke Morgan all night.
“Maybe I’m insane..”
You murmur the words as Elise guided you to the chair to do your hair, and she scoffs quietly.
“Not insane, perhaps a little lovestruck.”
“Lovestruck? I can’t…love…we just met!”
“Love is strong, and love can be at first sight. Don’t discourage it.” Elise smiles in the mirror, looking at you through it as she puts your hair up in a bun, an elegant one, with accented accessories.
“Do you think…I mean…what do I even talk about with him?”
“Anything. Well…anything appropriate for a lady of course.”
“Well that doesn’t help Elise.”
“Sorry but it’s true, no one can tell you how to talk to him-“
“I’m just…what do I say?”
Elise offers a soft laugh as she moves to start on your make up, gesturing for you to close my eyes.
“Whatever comes to mind. If he’s truly interested any word that falls from your mouth, he’ll hang onto.”
You stare down the stairs, viewing the parlor. You take a deep breath, cursing the corset the constricted your lungs.
Then you hear the clicking of your heels as you head down the stairs, and your breath catches as your eyes meet Duke Morgan’s as he sits on one of the parlor sofas.
You offer a curtsy and a smile as you enter the room, hearing your heartbeat in your ears.
“Duke Morgan…a pleasure to see you again.”
“Indeed it is Miss…seein’ you is like sunshine on a stormy night.”
He offers a smile back and puts the cup of tea he was drinking down on a side table, almost missing the table entirely.
He’s quick to stand and dusts off his almost impeccable clothes, and strides, almost struts, over to you.
He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before offering a sly smile.
“I..” You find yourself…stammering, not sure how to react, what to say as your cheeks flare pink.
You clear your throat and smile.
“Duke Morgan…quite the charmer.”
“Quite the charmer yourself.”
“I wouldn’t say that-“
You chuckle softly. “I’m not exactly…smooth. I can’t…speak for the life of me it feels like-“
“You can charm with just your eyes Miss L/N.”
“Oh Duke-“
“Enough with the Duke thing, I told you…it’s too formal. Call me Arthur.”
“But…I can’t..”
“Can’t? Right…right too..informal. Then…Mr. Morgan works fine…just..enough with the whole Duke thing.”
“Mr. Morgan then. You’re too sweet.”
“Ain’t sweet if what I say is true Miss L/N.”
He smiles once more and holds an arm out.
“I was hoping, I could take you on a walk Miss?”
You feel a surge of…something ripple through you. Like light from the inside out, and a smile crosses your features that you can’t contain.
“Why..I’d be honored, Mr. Morgan.” You state, your arm interlocking with his, and you sneak a quick glance to Elise.
The sun is still bright in the sky as you and Arthur stroll down the Abby, light filtering through tree leaves. It’s picturesque.
“So…Miss Y/N…how have you been since the party?”
“You mean…how have I been in the past couple hours?”
“I do.”
“It’s been fine…minus the lack of sleep.”
“Trouble sleeping?”
“I was…thinking. A lot.”
“I was thinking too.” He admits softly, a charming, crooked smile crossing over his features. “Though I can’t say I got any sleep at all, stayed awake until the sun came up and even up still.”
“You mean you didn’t sleep at all?”
“Bourbon does well to keep the soul awake.”
You can’t help but laugh and your grip on his arm tightens.
“Usually bourbon has the opposite effect.” You counter. “Men get sleepy or angry…rarely do they get…awake.”
“Perhaps I’m cut from a different cloth.”
“Perhaps that’s true Mr. Morgan.” You smile, and your hand slides a little closer to his.
“I’m really enjoying our walk Mr. Morgan…you’re so…easy to speak with.”
“I think so too darlin’.” He moves your hand closer, and lets yours intertwine with his.
“I’ve never…felt any of this.” You admit softly. “Felt…excited to talk to someone. Or…or even just excited to walk with someone.”
“Is that so? Not a soul?”
“No, I didn’t get many men who’ve called on me…maybe it’s foolish for me to be so interested in the first man that shows any interest in talking to me.”
“Foolish, maybe but…I think there’s somethin’ real between us Darlin’. I love talkin’ to you too.”
“I told Elise…my Lady Maid, I felt…insane. So interested in a man I just met-“
“And what’s so wrong with that Darlin’?”
“Nothing…WRONG, per-say, but…I mean…we just met, there has to be some reason I feel so compelled to talk to you, right?”
“Perhaps it’s love sweetheart.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at you, a laugh escaping him.
“We’ve only just met!” You protest, face growing hot.
“I’m only teasin’ Miss L/N. I don’t mean nothin’ by it.”
You sigh and your hand squeezes his tighter.
“I didn’t mean to sound so mean I just..I mustn’t act a fool because one man finally gave me attention.”
“Is that what you think of me? A man givin’ you attention and nothin’ more?”
“Well of course not, I can tell you’re a deeper soul, there’s more to you-“
“Well then it ain’t so bad then, is it? If you’re gettin’ attention and good company, right?”
“Mr. Morgan-“
“All I’m sayin’, darlin’, is that you’re overthinkin’ this. Hell..I’ve seen ladies get married to the gentleman the day after gettin’ talked to at one of them parties Danbury throws.”
“I suppose that’s true…it’s not like I’ve accepted any proposal…”
“But you would?”
“Mr. Morgan!”
“I’m only teasin’! Sorta.”
The walk with Arthur only made you happier as time went on. You walked up and down the same path god knows how many times, but you didn’t care. You’d focused on Arthur’s voice, his smile, the way he talked to you, the stories he told about his family and the estate. Conversation felt so natural to him. Truly, you’d worried you’d be lost with no way of talking to him properly, only to find the two of you rarely stopped speaking.
Something did seem…off about one of his stories though. About how his family came to be so wealthy, so powerful. His dukedom was…still new.
You’d chosen to ignore it, for now. It wasn’t really your business, at least not at this time.
Elise seemed to know…SOMETHING. She couldn’t help but notice how you never stopped smiling while you were being undressed for bed, hair taken down and makeup wiped away.
Arthur had left you for the day with a bundle of flowers that you’d set on your boudoir, which you stared at the whole time you were being undressed.
“Miss L/N, are you listening to me?”
“Hmm? I’m sorry Elise, what was it?”
“I said, you’re done for the night, ready for bed as you please.”
“Thank you Elise…”
She left you with a smile, closing your bedroom door softly.
You laid in your bed, again staring at the ceiling, a wide smile on your features.
This time however you’re close to finally falling asleep, when you hear a soft…ping, at your window.
To be continued?
Let me know how you guys feel about this little mini series! If you’d like a part 3 please, please, please let me know! I’m hoping this isn’t as bad as i see it in my head 😭😭
